"I am so sorry I could eat real doughnuts," said Dick.
"Maybe you want to send a substitute to that pink tea," came from
Stanley. "You might call on Professor Sharp."
"Or Pinkey, the watchman," said Max. "He'll do it for a quarter, maybe."
"I—ah—don't want any substitute," growled William Philander. "I—ah—think you are—ah—very rude, all of you. I am going back to my room, that is what I am going to do."
At this Tom began to sing softly:
"Don't be angry, William, darling!
Wipe the raindrops from your eyes.
All your sorrows will be passing
When you're eating Christmas pies!"
"You stop that—you mean thing!" burst out the dude, and then turning, he almost ran for the dormitory, the laughter of the students ringing out loudly after him.
CHAPTER XVII
A MISUNDERSTANDING
"Here's a letter from father—quite an important one, too," said Dick as he joined his brothers in one of the rooms several days later.